YOURS, JANNAH

#FIFTY EIGHT

A rumble of thunder scored through the silence that followed, and Jibril turned his head to glance at the gathering darkness. Something about his profile, the small hump at the bridge of his nose, the outline of his hair, the way the little jut of his chin met the soft folds of his throat, made her nerves screech in alarm. Uneasiness fluttered through Jannah's stomach making it rock-hard and heavy.

But where did that thunder came from? Of course, it's still rainy season but it's been a while since she's last seen rain. Or was it because she is detached from the world?

Jannah was perturbed by the unexpected change of plans. An unpleasant feeling crept over her. Jibril Shehu appeared to be a nice man, but there was something about him that she did not like, something difficult to identify. It seemed that his genial facade concealed something reptilian and cold. She instinctively wanted to avoid him. Her heart had picked up its pace, beating in an anxious, uneven staccato. It was rather amazing, the reaction of her body, when her mind could discern no reasonable cause for it.

She hastily cleaned her face with the edge of her veil, she is disgruntled at the fact that a stranger saw her crying like a child. Him being Adnan's only friend doesn't mean he is no stranger to her even though he's made her heart flutter some days ago. Now there is nothing like that, this man in front of her is after something she is sure is not good for her. His intentions this time around are not good.

As she cleared her eyes, Jannah started seeing blurry because she is not wearing her glasses and she hadn't worn them today. She's gotten her eyedrops from her ophthalmologist and she decided to use them today. But what is going on? She's been good minutes ago until she started crying. Does that mean the eyedrops react when she rubs or is there something wrong here?

Jannah stood up and started touching the couches, she wanted to call the maids out for help. When she could reach nowhere, she yelled out three of their names but none of them answered which made her fear heighten. She is alone with a man that looks to be on a mission and whatever it is, she is going to pay for it first. The man is not there for anything good, there is a gargantuan question mark. She continued calling out their names and still, no response.

She started using the walls as support, walking around in circles because she cannot walk herself up the stairs without falling head first. She began to panic as her breath came out quick and shallow, her eyes closed shut against the blurriness. Her hands started to shake anxiously, muscles strained and tensed at the feel of her threat watching her. Hidrosis coated her skin, her body flushed from head to toe.

"Don't try walking back again because you are going to hit your head." Jibril Shehu warned, his voice coming closer to where she is but she couldn't see shit.

In that state of panic, she did move back which resulted to her hitting her head hard against the edge of a wall. That is the door that probably leads to the dining room, she bit back a moan at the onslaught of pain that fell over her cranium like an avalanche. Her shaky hand relocated to the place she's hit, it was hot and warm there before she smelt the blood. God, it was just a small hit and blood is already gushing out?

Jibril hissed as he traipsed forward to where she is. "I told you to not fucking move back. Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

Jannah gritted her teeth, yanking his hand away from her head. "Don't you dare touch me, you traitor. Leave me alone."

"There, there, sweetheart. I won't be able to do that because you are the only person that'll get me what I want. And even if I did leave you alone, someone is after your life too. So don't panic, relax and let's get this over and done with. Hmm?" He patted her head like she is some dog.

"You are insane! Dracs is going to be so heartbroken to find out that his friend, only friend is nothing but a betrayer." She swallowed thickly, consternation cloaking her entire being.